I keep trying to think of a beginning and a middle and an end. But every time I start to tell it, all the stories get jumbled in my head and I can’t remember what happened first. I was born in South Korea. I am about to start my final year of my PhD work in Columbus, Ohio. And somewhere between those two facts, there are like fifty billion tiny microscopic Elizabeths running around, doing things, learning things, screwing up, falling in love, falling apart, mending fences, and crashing through them again, screaming into sun (before it was cool), breaking, blogging, fighting, and I am one of those Elizabeths. Maybe tomorrow I will be a different Elizabeth. I’ve been to school. I’ve graduated. And then I went to school again. And again. I sometimes think I’ll be going to school forever. And I sometimes think I want to go to school forever. And I sometimes think I should have majored in something useful like macro-economics or adolescent psychology or creative writing. I have great friends. Maybe they’ll write that on my tombstone. “She had great friends.” That would be a good epitaph, I feel. My dog is probably my best friend (which will not annoy my human best friends because they are, in fact, my best friends and they get it). Madigan is my dog and she can see into my soul and when I do things I am ashamed of, she knows but she licks my face, anyway. Fin.* **
*Glad to know I am not already breaking my “Blog Every Day in May” commitment since I am posting this at 11:21 PM Eastern Standard Time. Whew. That’s a relief.
**This paragraph is exactly 250 words. I counted.
love, elizabeth
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2 comments:
I loved this post. And don't worry, I am trying to stay committed to this blog every day thing too haha
Madigan is the cutest puppy!
I liked this, E. I liked what you said about all the Elizabeths... interesting way of looking at it. I think, when I look back on myself in the past, I don't really see that person, those people, as me anymore, either. I look on her like someone else, but in a good way, I think. I'm happy to be different now and I'm happy I'll be different in another year, too. Lots of Jenni's, lots of Elizabeths.... love you :)
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